Tears
by Eiluned
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Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm making no money.
Summary: "I am vaguely embarrassed to say that when I got home from Africa, I cried." TR2, Lara POV. Angst out the wazoo, and minor spoilers for the movie.
Notes: Yay, I finally wrote a Tomb Raider fic! Even if it is a short one. :D Thanks to Deke for the beta read.
Feedback is appreciated. eil.at.phoenixfyre (AT) gmail(DOT)com
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I am vaguely embarrassed to say that when I got home from Africa, I cried. I locked myself in my bathroom and cried for a good three hours. I finally came out when Hillary threatened to take the door off of its hinges.
I'm not one for crying, you see. I haven't really cried since my father died, with the exception of a few tears now and then. So, it surprised me greatly when I stepped into my room and was overtaken by great, heaving sobs.
Part of me, the part that's a cold-hearted bitch, tells the other part that Terry isn't worth crying over. He was a bastard who just needed the right reason to betray me again. But...
But I loved him. I well and truly did, and having him betray me yet again ripped my heart to shreds. I sat on the cold tile floor and wept and wondered why I let myself fall in love with him again. It seems that everyone I've ever loved has left me one way or another. My mum died before I could even know her. Daddy was taken away from me. Alex West and the whole long list of lovers, and Terry. Terry Sheridan, the only man I ever really loved. It sounds ridiculously dramatic, but the more I think about it, the more it's true. I never opened my heart to anyone else.
I suppose this should be a lesson for me. Never open your heart up to anyone, Croft. They'll just rip it out of your chest and stomp on it. Stick to what you know. Raid tombs. Save the world.
I walked out of the bathroom, deflecting Hillary's concerned fussing with a look. I'm Lara Croft, tomb raider and ice queen. I'll just ignore the chunk that was chiseled out of my icy heart.
End